The Dormant Power ch.4

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that there hasn't been a male veela, let alone a male succubus, for ages."

"A male succubus... that means..."

"You are an incubus."

An incubus. There was that word again. Harry strained his mind to recall anything he'd ever heard about an incubus. A male succubus, feeding on emotions, invading women's dreams. They weren't often seen in books, probably because horny guys who read wanted women with big breasts in leather bikinis and...

Harry looked at Fleur again and realized she was the perfect image of a succubus.

"What?" she asked nervously. "What are you staring at?"

Harry chuckled. Earlier, she had been so domineering, so controlling, as if she could read his mind. Now, with his transformation, she had changed too, making him wonder if her powers still worked on him.

With that thought, Harry once again tasted the sweet strawberry flavor on his tongue and realized he was tasting her. Not her skin, but her life force tinged with emotions strong enough to reach him. Even if he didn't believe her about being an incubus, that quick taste of her energy drilled the reality of his situation into his head.

"So, tell me, Fleur," he asked, his voice now carrying a confidence he had never felt before. "How do you feel?"

"Feel?" Fleur stammered. "What... what do you mean?"

"I mean," Harry stepped forward and extended his hand towards her. To his surprise, his nails had taken on a bluish hue and extended from his fingertips, just like the blood-red claws Fleur had grown earlier. "I mean... I can taste you. Tell me what it is. Fear, desire? I want to know."

The taste of strawberries flowed over his tongue, making his mouth water. Fleur backed up to the edge of the roof.

"I... I think I've told you enough," she said. "I really should be going!"

She leapt over the edge and disappeared for a moment before her wings caught the air and lifted her up. Harry lunged at her with a growl and grabbed her ankle. With a vicious yank, he threw her back onto the roof.

Fleur tumbled, disheveled but unharmed. She stared at him with a delicious mix of fear and anger in her eyes. There was another emotion, one Harry didn't recognize at first, because he had never seen it directed at him before. Only when the taste of strawberries flooded his mouth again, this time accompanied by a musky scent, did he realize what it was.

It was desire.

Desire for him.

"What do you want from me?" she whimpered.

"I think the question is," Harry murmured, his voice a sweet poison. "What do you want from me?"

The wind howled and growled on the rooftop, catching the leathery wings on Harry's back, urging him to fly. He gritted his teeth and forced his legs to stay grounded as he loomed over Fleur, his newfound power coursing through his veins.

"Can I... taste you?" he whispered, half asking, half stating.

"What... how do you taste?" she asked, her eyes wide with fear that only fueled his desire.

"Strawberries," Harry replied, savoring the sweet taste of her essence on his tongue. "It's sweet. Almost like..." He smiled at her. "...like you desire me."

Fleur writhed on the cold ground, her luscious body twisting in a seductive display.

"According to ancient tales, succubi were sexual slaves to incubi," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Part of your power makes me crave you, Harry."

"Really?" Harry's head spun. Slave? Did that mean he could...? "Do you truly desire me?"

She hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, her cheeks flushing with shame and desire. "Yes... my body craves you, but... my mind..."

"It doesn't matter," he hissed. He tasted something else, something tart and sour, like one of the strawberries wasn't quite ripe. It took him a moment to analyze the taste. If the strawberry was desire, then the tartness could be... fear.

So she feared him. Or maybe she feared his power over her. Different possibilities raged in Harry's mind, a thrill of desire tugging at his insides. Could he really seduce this beautiful creature and bend her to his will? It was something he had always dreamed of, but never imagined he'd ever be handsome enough, rich enough, or strong enough to attract a woman like Fleur.

And yet, here she was, writhing before him like a pale fish, the taste of strawberries flooding his mouth. Her essence was so strong he could see an aura forming around her, pulsing in rhythm with her heart. Every instinct told him she wanted him, needed him. All he had to do was take her.

"Come closer," he commanded, striving to keep his voice steady and authoritative.

Fleur obediently crawled towards him on all fours, her eyes cast down. Her submission was a powerful aphrodisiac, fueling his confidence and desire to explore the depths of his newfound power. As she reached him, Harry extended his hand and gently ran his fingers along her neck, feeling her shiver under his touch. The taste of her emotions shifted with each stroke, from fear to anticipation, her essence as addictive as any drug.

"Look at yourself," he whispered, relishing the sight of her trembling form. "How many people have you done this to, huh? And now you're here, kneeling before me. How does it feel?"

Fleur moaned, swaying on her knees. Harry could feel her essence pulsing, doing everything it could to resist him. Instinctively, he reached out with his mind, caressing the edges of her aura.

Harry was a virgin, with an anatomy knowledge level akin to a porn fan. He was a man who suddenly gained enormous power. He was a nerd who liked to watch anime and hentai, dreaming of moments like this.

In other words, he had no fucking clue what he was doing.

"Your power... is overwhelming," she moaned, her breath catching as he continued to tease her aura with his mind. "I can't resist it."

"Good," Harry replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He realized how dangerous Fleur was. She had almost killed him, sucking the essence of his life like a Slurpee through a straw. Only by an unimaginable stroke of luck had he been able to overpower her. Would it be enough? 

He ran his hand down her cheek, and she purred like a kitten, rubbing her soft, pale skin against his palm. His body trembled with a mix of strength and fear, but he kept his mind closed off from her aura. That seemed to be the key to keeping her under his control. As he stared into her aura, he realized that the body was merely a conduit for the energy within her. Physical attraction didn't matter because he had suddenly broken into her soul.

He grabbed her by the neck, and she gasped. The red flash of her aura and the taste of unripe strawberries betrayed her fear. Harry grunted, and his mind instinctively sent a hot pulse of his energy, a jolt of desire that vibrated through her entire body. She moaned, her hips moving as he assaulted her core, pushing her back onto the hard, dirty rooftop surface.

As Fleur lay before him on her back, Harry leaned down and tore the leather bra from her lush breasts. His breath was ragged with desire as he gazed at the heavy breasts topped with pink, rock-hard nipples.

The taste of her arousal intensified, encouraging him to continue. Harry wanted to move slowly, to take his time and savor every sensation. But he couldn't help himself and clumsily sucked on her hard nipples, then licked her firm stomach, stopping only for a moment at the crease between her thighs. How many times had he dreamed of having a beautiful woman beneath him? The primal feeling of desire surged through his body, intensified by his power. He growled, a sound that wasn't entirely human, which elicited a moan from Fleur, but she didn't fight. In fact, her aura calmed like a still, cool pond just before something broke the surface, sending waves of foam. Growling, Harry ripped the leather from her thighs in one swift motion. His hesitation vanished. He wanted to disturb that calm aura. He lunged forward, slamming his face into her pussy, burying his nose in her pubic bone. Pain shot through his nose and mouth, but he didn't care because he suddenly drowned in the hot, wet folds of Fleur.

As soon as Harry's mouth touched the dripping lips of her pussy, she dug her nails into his scalp and held him in place, while the taste of her pussy tore at his senses. He felt the flavor of her desire on his tongue, combined with intoxicating strawberries and the syrupy taste of cream as she surrendered to his messy kisses. Deep down, he knew he should slow down, let her enjoy it, but he couldn't control himself. Nineteen years of frustration, combined with his supernatural power, prevented him from focusing on technique.

Despite his frantic efforts, Fleur's moans grew louder and more desperate as he brought her to the edge. An electric thrill shot from his scalp straight to his cock as he hungrily devoured her creamy strawberry desire and the spicy folds of her pussy. He felt himself on the brink of tearing apart and knew he was about to come.

"Not yet," he growled and tore the last remnants of clothing from her.

He felt a surge of power as he positioned himself between her legs. Was his cock bigger? It pulsed with life; veins throbbed with his power, as if energy was being pumped into his cock and balls, a physical manifestation of his growing life force.

"Fuck!" he groaned, gripping Fleur's hips and pressing the thick tip of his cock against her trembling pussy lips. "I'm going to own this fucking pussy!" With one swift motion, he drove into her, burying himself in her shuddering body.

The demon's aura swelled as he entered her, then exploded, a wave of energy washing over him like the heat from a bomb blast. Fleur thrashed and writhed on the rooftop, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Holy shit!" Harry chuckled as the sexy demon jerked and twisted on his cock, her cries of pleasure sweet music to his ears. "Did you just come?"

Fleur lay beneath him, her cheeks flushed with shame. Harry was willing to bet she had never had an orgasm from penetration before, and for a dominant predator like her, submitting to male power must have been humiliating.

"I couldn't help it!" she mumbled. "It feels so good!" Those words made his head spin with pleasure. Of course, he knew it was his power she craved, not him, but he quickly realized that his power and he were becoming one.

"Good girl," he growled.

Harry withdrew his cock only to plunge it back into her full length. She screamed with a mix of pain and pleasure, her magnificent body writhing on the rooftop as he fucked her with strong, powerful thrusts of his cock. The sensation of being inside her was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her emotional energy mingled with physical pleasure, creating an intoxicating blend that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Mine," he grunted, gripping Fleur's hips, feeling her aura pulse with each thrust. Her moans and whimpers encouraged him, fueling his desire to possess her completely.

"Yes, baby... I'm yours," she panted between ragged breaths, the fire in her eyes attesting to her submission. Harry's newfound dominance fueled his hunger, and he relished the feeling of her surrendering beneath him.

"Say you want it," he demanded, his voice a guttural command.

"Yes, I want it. I need it. Please, don't stop," she begged, her pale body trembling with anticipation. "I want it!"

"Good girl," Harry praised, smiling as he continued to drive her to the edge. The more she surrendered to his control, the stronger he felt. He could feel her aura shifting, enveloping him as he absorbed her energy. His cock seemed to grow, his balls heavy as he pounded into her. The sharp impact of their bodies was drowned out by Fleur's screams as she surrendered to his relentless thrusts. As her energy enveloped him, her pussy gripped his cock tightly, desperately drawing him in, hungry for his power.

Soon her aura dissipated, and Harry felt something deep within Fleur—a core of energy that called to him, urging him to draw from it. It was an irresistible force, pulsating with power and potential.